Greylin James Rue opens the night with a laid-back vibe that pulls people in early. Smooth delivery, a little country, a little rock, his voice cuts through without needing to shout. It’s a strong start. He holds the stage like someone who’s done it a hundred times, even if half the crowd is just finding out about him. By the end of his set, he’s won over more than a few.

Our Lady Peace follows with that unmistakable edge. Raine Maida’s voice hasn’t lost its weird, captivating tone. “Superman’s Dead” hits and everything locks in. The guitars slice through, the drums keep it tense but steady. They don’t rely on the hits, but the hits still land. “Somewhere Out There” has people swaying, singing, phones lit up in the air. They play like a band that knows its sound and isn’t trying to chase anything else.

Collective Soul steps up with precision. Crisp vocals, thick guitars, and tight rhythm carry every track. “Shine” rolls in and you can feel the nostalgia kick. It doesn’t drag, though—it feels alive, current, huge. The band looks loose but plays like a machine. They bounce between older staples and newer material that still grooves hard.

Live closes the night with grit. Ed Kowalczyk commands the mic like he never left. The crowd leans in on “Lightning Crashes” and explodes for “I Alone.” Raw, intense, a little spiritual, a little wild. The band plays loud but leaves space. Every part has weight. The night builds with each act, no one phoning it in. By the end, it’s clear this isn’t just a throwback show. It’s four acts still pushing, still giving people a reason to show up.